you sat quietly in class, listening to what the teacher has to say. you sat at the back, so it was very peaceful.

you are the quiet girl in this school, you hardly talk.

"and therefore x= 100, making..." the teacher says.

a ball of paper hits your head, snapping you out from focusing. i unwrap it and see your enemy, geto's handwriting. its read; "look over here, quiet bitch."

you turn your head to where geto sits, expecting a middle finger or something insulting.

geto was looking at you, sticking his tongue out between his fingers with a gling of something in his eyes.